Ladies and gentlemen, I am quite proud to present the ranking of Ivan Graziani's albums from worst to best. Let’s dive right in:

13th: PIKNIC
After participating in Sanremo 1985 with the melodically good Franca ti amo, Ivan released this work, which unfortunately, or fortunately, can be found in the depths of this ranking. Unfortunately, because it is an album that partially recovers the pyrotechnic verve that had been starting to fade in recent years, featuring some tracks that recall certain past moments (Zio gorilla and Rosanna non sei tu) and others with excellently constructed bases that also blend Ivan's majestic guitar (Ed è felicità and La mia isola, the latter accompanied by a great and compelling arpeggio). Fortunately, because upon listening, it is clear that this is an album put together to adhere to a contract, especially for certain songs written just to make numbers, such as the syrupy and banal Soffice or the terrifying Ho paura dei temporali. In Piknic, then, we find the greatest drop in style that Ivan has ever had in his entire career, namely Baby love, which can be found in position number 9 of the tracklist: a plastic and irritating pop arrangement accompanies an adolescent, banal, and pointless text (comparisons to Pupo will come later; too many have already compared it to the pen of the Pupone). A very easy piece, which will not surprisingly be chosen as the single to promote the album. An album that has some nice ideas but also a lot of stuff thrown in just to comply with the record label’s order, representing the lowest point of the national guitarist.

The gem: La mia isola